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Carrot Ranch Flash FictionSummer sunlight blazes through the cracks between drawn curtains, creating bars of light across my dog as we all huddle inside the shadows to escape the heat. We have no air-conditioning because it’s rarely needed. Today, I can empathize with those hardy pioneers who settled on the prairie and endured summers without modern conveniences.

My office upstairs feels like a stuffy attic so I’m writing at my kitchen desk; books scatter across the dining-room table as I try to make sense of recent research. There are cracks in the stories that historians tell about Wild Bill Hickok. Cracks also in my loyalty to kin as I realize I’m becoming enamored with Hickok like some wild-west-junkie.

Researching Sarah, Cob & Hickok

Hickok biographer, Joseph G. Rosa, has both deepened the spell and broken it. Rosa himself fell in love with the idea of Hickok as hero when he watched Gary Cooper portray Hickok in the 1936 movie, The Plainsman. Called “highly fictional,” it nonetheless sent Rosa on a lifelong search for who Hickok really was as a man.

Rosa would discover that early Hickok historians were often highly fictional, too. While some based their stories on exaggerated newspaper accounts, including the one that launched the whole “M’Kandlas Gang” myth into existence, others nagged the Hickok family for facts, or made up their own. One even harassed a 93-year-old Sarah Shull until she confessed to historian, F. J. Wilstach, that David Colbert McCanles was a “horse-thief for the Confederacy.” Even Rosa says that Sarah most likely told Wilstach what he wanted to hear so he’d leave her in peace. Historian, Mark Dugan, goes deeper to surmise that Sarah would rather confess McCanles as a horse-thief than as her lover.

That Sarah was Cob’s lover is documented by my 4th-great grandfather, James McCanles who was Cob’s father. Sarah had a baby out of wedlock in 1856. A year later, the baby died but was memorialized in a poem that James wrote to his granddaughter. That shows the McCanles family accepted the girl as one of their own. Also, it is documented that Sarah’s father refused to grind corn for James after 1856, and it’s known locally that he shunned his own daughter. He did not accept the baby born out of wedlock and held the McCanles family accountable.

“Cob” was a familial nickname, probably derived from David’s middle name Colbert, phonetically making the “l” in “Colb” silent. In recognizing the phonetics, you can almost hear the deep southern drawl in how the name was pronounced, “Cawb.” It’s important to remember that his name was perceived as southern as we consider the misconception of historians, including Rosa, that because Cob was southern, he was a Confederate sympathizer. Absolutely not. I’ve extensively researched the duality of Civil War sides in my North Carolina kin, having ancestors that fought brother-against-brother. I have records that show the dividing lines, and the McCanles men were Unionists.

Where historians make their assumption is in the bloody scrimmages that marked the Kansas-Missouri territory as “bleeding Kansas.” Here, staunch abolitionists went toe-to-toe with diehard slavers over the issue of slave-states as America expanded west. The Hickok family came from Illinois and were abolitionists, even participating in the underground railroad. Thus, historians pit McCanles against Hickok as part of the border ruffian battles. While Cob wasn’t necessarily for or against slavery, he was staunchly opposed to succession. Ultimately, both men were pro-union but for different reasons. So nix the idea that Cob was doing anything on behalf of the Confederacy.

But what was he doing out west? Several historians in the 1920s dug up information that Cob had made off with tax-payer money as sheriff of Watauga County, NC. Court records substantiate this claim, although most historians, Rosa included, rely on the hearsay accounts of  historian, J. P. Arthur. And here’s another crack: if Arthur is correct, and court documents do show multiple parties involved in a scheme, then Cob was not the only one who benefited.

Consider this–your buddy says, “Hey, I know how we can scam the system.” If the scam includes only your buddy getting money with your help, you’d probably pass. But if the scam means that you get money too, then you’d be more likely to get involved. So, to say that Cob was helped by his brother Leroy, the deputy and his kin, the Coffey kin and several others, you have to wonder what was in it for them. Cob might have left North Carolina with his pockets lined, but who else lined their pockets, too?

This leads to an interesting, unexplored crack. While historians take sides regarding why and how Hickok shot Cob, and families ruffle feathers over the bad light old tales cast on dead ancestors, we have failed to consider Sarah’s role beyond that of mistress. Women are crafty, too. Consider what Arthur writes about Cob:

“McCanless was a strikingly handsome man and well-behaved, useful citizen till he became involved with a woman not his wife, after which he fell into evil courses.”

Add that thought to the skills that Dugan attributes to Sarah:

“As the children [Shull] grew to adulthood, they would help run the mill or work in the store. Following her arrival in Nebraska in 1859, Sarah reportedly kept books for McCanles and undoubtedly learned this while working in her father’s store.”

If Cob didn’t go wayward until 1855 when he met Sarah, who was 21 and working in her father’s store, is it possible that she–as an experienced accountant–came up with the scheme to defraud tax-payer money. Her motive? To leave town where she had been shunned, buried a baby and master-minded a fraud to fund her new life out west. Because after the money changed hands, that’s exactly what she and Cob did. They left.

Other cracks that seem minor, discrepancies such as whether or not Sarah left after Cob’s death, or how Hickok was injured  before coming to Rock Creek are difficult to prove or disprove. So many historians rely on the accounts of others. Rosa discredits earlier Hickok biographers but then relies on their same work to show McCanles as a sadist horse-thieving Confederate bully. Rosa fully cites from Hickok’s great-nephew, but sneers at Cob’s son who shares his eye-witness account of the Rock Creek incident because it was published 50 years later.

My conclusion: historians are all cracked.

While I hope to one day write a fictional account of  Sarah, Cob and Hickok as a BOTS (based on a true story) it’s hard to sift out what is true. That I fell for the legend that is Hickok is partly because of letters Rosa published from him as a young man, first arrived in Kansas Territory. So full of enthusiasm, humor and adventure it’s hard not to love the boy he must have been. I hope to find that in Cob, too and certainly I feel sad for Sarah who lived long knowing the real reasons for what happened that hot summer day on the prairie in 1861.

Let’s Get On With It!

If you haven’t already guessed, I’m exploring cracks. We crack-up at jokes; we call the mentally-crazed “cracked”; we know it as slang for cocaine, a sharp retort, a split, a change in voice. There are cracks in times, cracks on her face, and worrisome cracks across thin-ice. What a wonderfully rich word is found in crack.

July 30, 2014 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that involves a crack.  It’s a rich word, full of possibility. Do cracks reveal something to you, something beyond the surface? Take a crack at this prompt and respond by noon (PST) Tuesday, August 5 to be included in the compilation.

Calico Curtains by Charli Mills

Sarah stared at the crack between calico curtains. Cob had teased her when she hung the divide.

“Why the bed veil? I like watching you stir the fire from here, Rosebud.” He reclined on the trundle bed, leaning on an elbow. Thick black hair tousled. Blue eyes shining like summer sky on water. She remembered smiling, abandoning her task.

Her ears rung as acrid smoke drifted from parted calico. Cob had just come to the back door, asking for water, touching her fingers lightly as she passed the cup.

It was the perfect place to hide, behind those curtains.

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Rules of Play:

New Flash Fiction challenge issued at Carrot Ranch each Wednesday by noon (PST).
Response is to be 99 words. Exactly. No more. No less.
Response is to include the challenge prompt of the week.
Post your response on your blog before the following Tuesday by noon (PST) and share your link in the comments section of the challenge that you are responding to.
If you don’t have a blog or you don’t want to post your flash fiction response on your blog, you may post your response in the comments of the current challenge post.
Keep it is business-rated if you do post it here, meaning don’t post anything directly on my blog that you wouldn’t want your boss to read.
Create community among writers: read and comment as your time permits, keeping it fun-spirited.
Each Tuesday I will post a compilation of the responses for readers.
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75 Comments

  1. MrBinks says:

    MARIA AND THE CRACK

    Maria twitched. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been staring at the crack but it must have been a while. The coffee in her cup, previously too hot, was now perfectly drinkable.

    She blinked rapidly and took a sip, her eyes fixated. It wasn’t pretty. It certainly wasn’t that interesting but here Maria stood. She could not look away. She was just, mesmerised.

    A thud. A smack. The sound of gushing water.

    The crack moved.

    “Ah, sod it. Sorry to ask, Love,” it said, “but could you pass me my tool-bag. It’s just there, by your foot. Cheers Darling.”

    (click to read more)
    https://meyoucoffee.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/maria-and-the-crack/

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  2. […] Posted as part of CarrotRanch’s Flash Fiction Challenge. […]

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  3. TanGental says:

    Grim but bloody funny!

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  4. Pete says:

    Busted

    “This shouldn’t take long,” the clerk said, his fingers tracing the web of cracks in the windshield.

    Peter mumbled a quick thanks. The clerk nodded, struggling to remain professional while clicking his pen furiously. A slight grin as he started to speak, then took a breath to organize.

    “So windshield and headlight replacement. And um, would you like us to try to buff this out as well?” The clerk gestured towards the shiny black front and rear doors down the side of the BMW, where in runny blood red letters generously applied with spite, it read: CHEATING BASTARD.

    “Please.”

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  5. Sarah Brentyn says:

    Face the World

    When we were young, I envied her. She had perfect skin—like porcelain. The boys called her Snow White. The girls, jealous, nicknamed her Casper. She was that knock-you-over kind of beautiful.

    The only makeup she wore was sheer, tinted lipgloss.

    After the accident, she wore layers of foundation and powder she had never learned to apply. It was too thick and the wrong shade for her skin. No one mentioned the deep, scarlet scars showing through cracks in her makeup. I wished she would wash it off and show her face to the world. She was still beautiful.

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  6. Charli I loved the history and the cracks that you have found in the currently accepted story of Hickok, Cob and Sarah. It must be difficult researching a time where there are few documents when most of the historical account has interpreted what there is in one, possibly erroneous way. I’m looking forward to your BOT.

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    • Charli Mills says:

      I think if one hopes to fill in the cracks, one can only do it with imagination. Hickok’s letters make him seem more real, less myth, but really do nothing more than to establish where he was at a certain point in history. To me, the most “damning” evidence that Cob indeed left NC with Sarah (and not his wife) is that they are both in the same household in the 1860 territorial census. But that doesn’t tell us why. Or why his wife joined them! And the poem I reference isn’t a DNA test to prove Cob the father of Sarah’s child, but it certainly reveals that Cob’s family thought she was. Again–why? There is nothing in the documentation of North Carolina to show Cob as a bully or philanderer. Those who claim he was sadistic have nothing to substantiate the claims and were told by men who Rosa discredits as making up stories. Yet historians continue to accept those stories of Cob. He was a Republican-Whig, thus he sided against succession. But he was southern by culture and region. What was it like to be in a divisive territory as a Unionist, but not accepted socially by the radical abolitionist population and be at odds with other southerners? I’m thinking of creating a spreadsheet that shows established facts, assumptions, disputed tales, accepted tales and the cracks in between. My BOTS will rise from the cracks, but be built a top an accepted foundation. Yet, I have no idea what I’m going to do ultimately–heck, I was just exploring the story in flash fiction! Something exploded. 🙂 Thanks for responding to the research–any insights along the way are greatly appreciated!

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      • I think a spreadsheet is a great idea. It would be interesting to see it laid out like that with the overlaps and the cracks. Such a famous person (we even know wild bill hickok in Aus) there must be oodles of research done on him and as the McCanless killing was reportedly his first of many I bet Cob gets a bit of a look in also. I’m sure you have been checking all resources but have you looked at phds done on the subject.I just did a quick search and didn’t come up with any pHDs but 5 pages of articles most of which would be available to you.Rosa certainly seems to be the authority but Wild West journal and the South Dakota magazine are quite prominent also. What wonderful relatives to research.

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      • Charli Mills says:

        I hadn’t thought of that, Irene! Thanks for looking at possible pHDs. Wild West Magazine and South Dakota Magazine would be great resources, too. I know a professor of history who teaches in Boone, NC and I’ve read his books on the Civil War in that region. He might know of other sources on Cob. I have the book that Dugan included unpublished research on Sarah Shull. Most historians (Rosa included) gloss over where she went next. Most claim she took a stage out of Rock Creek the next day. Yet, Dugan argues that Leroy McCanless paid her claim that Cob owed her money for her accounting services a month later which implies she stayed at least that long. Leroy may have taken her to his ranch after the burials. I think that spreadsheet will help! Thanks for your tips!

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      • you’re welcome. I think it is an exciting project 🙂

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      • Charli Mills says:

        Me, too! As my says, it makes me “geek out.”

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      • rllafg says:

        Charli – If you haven’t already done so you might want to search the online database at the Library of Congress for documents, stories, research etc regarding Hickok and McCanles.
        http://www.loc.gov

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      • Charli Mills says:

        Brilliant idea! Oh, my goodness it’s such a rich resource and I didn’t think of it. Just a quick search revealed an early type-written account of the “McCanless Hickok Affair” from a witness I hadn’t heard of before! Also found a collection of 1930s songs sung by one of the Coffey kin from Shulls Mill who would have known Sarah! Gave me chills just thinking about it! Thanks, Larry!

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      • Norah says:

        I agree with Irene. I am loving reading more about this story – particularly because of your family connection – makes it more real somehow. Although, as a descendant you could have a particular interest in telling the story of your family in a positive light, you appear to be more keen on finding out the ‘truth’ on which to base your book. I find this admirable.

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      • Charli Mills says:

        Truth is not always pretty or how we wish our ancestors behaved, but truth makes for the most powerful story. I might have a few disgruntled cousins, but I think they would rather have a truthful story, too.

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      • Norah says:

        That’s possibly true. I’m thinking of that in relation to my family’s story. There is a lot there that none of us want to talk about!

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  7. Exposure

    Sophie’s husband told her in a school parking lot that he’d fallen in love with another woman three weeks ago and was leaving. He was going home to tell their son, and then he was heading to his mother’s house to live until he could find a suitable apartment for himself and his girlfriend.
    Sophie recalled his “I love you” the day before and the recent afternoon he called her his “bright spot.” She thought about their upcoming trip to New York, the kitchen renovation, the plans they had to write a play together. She’d never seen the crack.

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    • Charli Mills says:

      Aw, my heart breaks reading this. Like falling into a crack. One thing I like about the 99 word constraint is the power it gives to even the littlest of words. The “a” in “a school parking lot” says volumes in the imagination. Is she a teacher? Is he a professor? Do they have children? Did she go back to school? It doesn’t matter except we feel as though this place is suddenly reduced to “the” place the crack becomes exposed. What is painful about her reflection is that she never saw it coming until it swallowed her up. Great flash!

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    • Norah says:

      Isn’t it amazing that the most insignificant of locations can take on a new significance for the actions taking place there. This school parking lot will forever be in Sophie’s memories, and one she would probably rather erase.

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    • Sarah Brentyn says:

      Ouch. Beautifully done. Love the title, too.

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  8. susanzutautas says:

    Took me awhile to think about this one ….. but got it done 🙂
    http://everythingsusanandmore.blogspot.ca/2014/08/cracks-flash-fiction.html

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  9. Norah says:

    Hi Charli,
    I love your post. It is so full of information. The story, and your story of finding it, is fascinating and I am very much enjoying following it.
    I like your flash with the crack in the curtain letting in the light, but the curtain hiding something from view too. There’s a lot of suspense, and subtlety here also. I’m working on my piece but haven’t quite filled in all the cracks yet. That will be done soon!

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    • Charli Mills says:

      Thanks for saying so, Norah! I’ll have to build up confidence for a BOTS but I have such wonderful, knowledgeable connections that I think I can eventually accomplish historical fiction, longer than shorts. Or maybe I take a stab at novellas. Just not sure where potential markets or readership are for westerns these days. But it’s good to have possibilities open. If I were to apply this project to the “W” I think I would start with this scene–the actual shot fired. Anne wrote a post and started a discussion on where to start and how much to reveal. Since it’s already established that Hickok shot Cob, I think it could be an interesting beginning with forward and reverse story lines from Sarah’s perspective. Thanks for commenting as it helps me explore!

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      • Norah says:

        It’s interesting that you say westerns don’t attract much of a readership these days. The story is perfect for transposing to a modern setting. I think the shot is a good place to start. I do like the technique of moving back and forth through a story, as long as the timing is clear. I think the story from Sarah’s perspective is going to be the interesting one. Seems she may have had more involvement than just looking on!

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  10. rllafg says:

    Crab Leg Complaint by Larry LaForge

    They told us at Crab Leg Academy to keep quiet, but this needs to be said.

    Those cracking tools you humans use are brutal. Your repeated whacking and stabbing are uncalled for. And please, do you really have to curse?

    You’re supposed to make a single crack, followed by a smooth scoop with a tiny forked utensil, and then a delightful dip into the melted butter. (Oh, the butter!)

    All I ask is that you listen carefully to the instructions from the server and use your cracking tool correctly.

    It’s not much to ask. Put yourself in my legs.

    ******
    The 100-word version of this story is posted on larrylaforge100words at Flash Fiction Magazine:
    http://flashfictionmagazine.com/larrylaforge100words/2014/08/04/crab-leg-complaint/

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    • Charli Mills says:

      What a cracking flash! Oh, crab legs sound soooo good, yes, the butter! But alas, cracking the legs is a fumbling frustration for me. Awesome flash from your leggy perspective!

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  11. […] Þingvellir national park in Iceland immediately came to mind when Charli posed her latest flash fiction challenge. […]

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    • Charli Mills says:

      Chilling when the geological fears of our nightmares become real cracks! While I hadn’t thought of it until now, geology can be a powerful force in writing whether used in analogy or setting. Hmmm…

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  12. Annecdotist says:

    Another cracking post, Charli, and some great responses. You’ve got me thinking that it’s in the cracks that I’m looking for my fiction, both as a reader and writer. I’m reflecting on this in my post today along with my own stab at crack fiction … And a song (not mine, I hasten to add) with a great line on that same theme. Thanks for the inspiration.
    http://annegoodwin.weebly.com/annecdotal/finding-fiction-in-the-cracks-a-song-for-issy-bradley-by-carys-bray-and-a-99-word-flash

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  13. […] week’s prompt from Charli Mills is July 30, 2014 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that involves a crack.  I […]

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  14. TanGental says:

    I’ve had a crack at your flash, Charli. Cracked me up really. It’s a cracking idea.. Enough.. I toyed with going off piste and not continuing Mary’s story but by popular demand I resisted the urge. http://geofflepard.wordpress.com/2014/08/04/thats-cracking-grommit/

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  15. lorilschafer says:

    Wow, I love your intros, Charli. What a fascinating history! Makes one wonder what future generations will think of all of our secret (and not-so-secret) shenanigans 😉

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  16. Sarah Brentyn says:

    I love reading your intros before the prompt. I’m completely hooked now. You’ve written your passion for these historical figures so well that I think you have everyone here hooked on them. I’m looking forward to reading your version of what happened with these three.

    And another great flash. This story is so rich…so many layers.

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    • Charli Mills says:

      Thanks, Sarah. I’m happy to get you hooked. My grandfather was, too but it took the flash fiction to really propel me into it. I have his notes and photo copies of stories/books/articles that he made. I had just finished combing through one of them and wrote “BS” in the margin (not exactly formal in my research notes)! Then I read another article he had, flipped the page and there in the margins was his handwriting that read, “BS”! Ha, ha…so it continues…

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  17. ruchira says:

    Loved this prompt since it had so many avenues to touch 🙂

    http://abracabadra.blogspot.com/2014/08/devotion-of-mother.html

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  18. […] This brings me back to the reason that got me thinking about cracks, and children falling through the cracks in the first place. This week’s flash fiction prompt set by Charli Mills at Carrot Ranch Communications was to In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that involves a crack.  […]

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  19. Norah says:

    Hi Charli, I finally cracked it! Made it just in time! http://wp.me/p3O5Jj-iM (As usual, scroll to the end.)

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  20. […] other blogs, or responding to comments made on For the Love of…} I even missed last weeks 99 Words Flash Challenge and it isn’t looking as if I am going to make this weeks challenge either – because my […]

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